03-26-2015, 04:51 AM
Morning (1.1 Ellajam)
Morning brought Spring's first rain.
From my window I can hear the wail of birth-pangs
and see the tiny, grassy green erections
poking through half defrosted earth,
stretching and groaning to life;
praying the sun might fellate them
just once before they die.
Morning brought Spring's first rain.
From my window I can hear the wail of birth-pangs
and see the tiny, grassy green erections
poking through half defrosted earth,
stretching and groaning to life;
praying the sun might fellate them
just once before they die.